Sometimes grace comes unbidden. Silently slipping through the cracks of our brokenness. When we lost something for good. When we have no choice but to allow grief its way with us. She holds us then. Until we can hold ourselves again. I suppose at these times she feels like sanctuary.
Other times grace enters through the door to our heart, right behind forgiveness when we let it in. Like how inhales follow exhales. We catch the comforting scent of her on the inhale that follows letting go of our grievances. Reminding us of what better things we can do with the space in our hearts. In these times she feels like deliverance.
And still other times, grace follows no one. We must go find her instead. This is the grace we cultivate and harvest. This is the grace we practice. We practice by remembering how grace once transformed our hurts into something we could hold and be with and let go of. And we need to remember so we might grow enough grace in our hearts to share. We share our practice through service. I believe in these times she feels like love.
Maybe she comes to everyone differently. But her medicine is always the same. Life and we are not perfect. Grace helps us find our way after life and we let us down. And acting in service of grace becomes the way when life and we need to rise again.
“Not everybody can be famous but everybody can be great because greatness is determined by service…You only need a heart full of grace and a soul generated by love.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
Nikki is a Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader acknowledges words are her mind’s tools; writing her soul’s craft; and this circus of life her heart’s muse. Read more from Nikki here on her blog, The Way I Bee. Nikki’s massage therapy and energy healing, including reiki/cranio with some spontaneous journey work, are part of the offerings at Nourishing Storm Wellness Company.